false advertising

the weight of your presence is what kept me afloat – as r e v e r s e d as that seems. you were ripped from me like some coupon, “buy one, you'll be free!” if you were truly purchased into the heavens above, where is my freedom? or was that just false advertising? the noisy colors, and tacky, endless exclamation points made the claim seem too good to be true, and made that perforated edge seem more like a cliff that I'm petrified of diving from.